Some days are so rosy that i never want to end, but others are so bad that it's killing me slowly. I know that i've got a short attention span, but when a short attention span and the never ceasing loneliness cross their paths? It's lethal (and illegal), i think.
And i hate to feel this way. In that span of one moment, i feel that i've lost it all. And i fuckin' hate that sense of lost. Even when i lose myself, would anyone know, bother, or care? Maybe not. Cos they were all too caught up to know, bother and care bout what i'm thinking.
Tell me what should i do? Like so damn get a life and surf the net? Think... i did that for the past 5hours or so. And wait, i'm still doing that. Get my friends out? I never know where they hide when i need them most. I really never understand this theory of wanting something so badly e.g. cab or just that one thing that you're looking for all the house, and you can't get it. Maybe... things don't come my way all the time. And i'm making a guess that it's only fair that it happened, if not i'll never understand needing and treasuring the people & things i have.
It's only fair that i sink into deep abyss of misery... just becos i'm bored?
SEE, fuck that. Cos it doesn't make sense to you that i feel this way as much as it doesn't really to me either, but it happens (read, present tense).
Emo? Psycho? Attention deficit? Boredom disorder? Call it whatever you want.
So, what lies underneaths this act? Beats me too.
And i hate to feel this way. In that span of one moment, i feel that i've lost it all. And i fuckin' hate that sense of lost. Even when i lose myself, would anyone know, bother, or care? Maybe not. Cos they were all too caught up to know, bother and care bout what i'm thinking.
Tell me what should i do? Like so damn get a life and surf the net? Think... i did that for the past 5hours or so. And wait, i'm still doing that. Get my friends out? I never know where they hide when i need them most. I really never understand this theory of wanting something so badly e.g. cab or just that one thing that you're looking for all the house, and you can't get it. Maybe... things don't come my way all the time. And i'm making a guess that it's only fair that it happened, if not i'll never understand needing and treasuring the people & things i have.
It's only fair that i sink into deep abyss of misery... just becos i'm bored?
SEE, fuck that. Cos it doesn't make sense to you that i feel this way as much as it doesn't really to me either, but it happens (read, present tense).
Emo? Psycho? Attention deficit? Boredom disorder? Call it whatever you want.
So, what lies underneaths this act? Beats me too.
I'm sorry for being this way, for unable to withstand loneliness.
Maybe that explains why i'm happier when you guys are around.
I'm seemingly helpless... that i know.
Maybe that explains why i'm happier when you guys are around.
I'm seemingly helpless... that i know.
Where are you when i need you most?
The one who's never been there.
The one who's never been there.
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